Page 92 of Accidental Blood Lust
“I can take it.”
“Are you sure?” I rock in another inch and he clenches around me. The tight grip of his muscles and the heat of his hole, even if it’s only around half of my cock, makes my toes curl and my balls ache.
“Yeah, just do it, give me the rest all at once,” he pants, finally paying attention to Loch again, running one hand over the back of his thigh and kissing his ass cheeks as he works his way towards Loch’s crease. Our vampire sighs happily, and I take Jareth at his word, sinking the rest of the way inside in one long thrust.
His head lolls back and he constricts around me again, squeezing my cock so tight I see stars, and not just the blanket of them overhead.
“Fuck,” I groan.
His scent is edged with pain now, so I keep kissing the patches of skin I can reach and I hold myself as still as possible to give him time to adjust, murmuring words of love and encouragement until the sour pain smell starts to fade, overwhelmed by the warm, spicy scent of arousal and need. Jareth gives an experimental twitch of his hips, and the warm scent spikes, washing everything else away, making both Loch and me moan with the intoxication of it.
“You’re so good for us, baby. You’re taking his cock so well,” Loch murmurs. “Get me ready for it too? Lick me the way I like.”
Jareth makes a choked sound and grabs Loch’s hips, pulling him closer and pressing his face between his ass cheeks. The wet sound of Jareth’s tongue on Loch’s hole would be hot enough on its own, even if I weren’t buried balls deep in one of the tightest, sweetest hole I’ve ever had, with the scent of my mates and our mixed love and arousal filling my nose.
I start to fuck Jare slowly, my balls bouncing against his with every thrust, my face pressed into the crook of his neck. His hole relaxes a little more, making each thrust easier. Isuck and lick and nibble on his neck, falling into a rhythm that makes us both moan, our skin slapping in the quiet night, Loch’s murmured groans and gasps and the sloppy sound of Jareth’s licking making the soundtrack complete. I keep one arm wrapped around Jare’s middle and reach out to slip the fingers of my other hand into the wet, hot space where his tongue meets Loch’s puckered entrance.
I catch some of the droplets of his saliva that are running down to Loch’s taint and push them back up, using my thumb to press them inside his hole right alongside our mage’s tongue.
I fuck him faster and he licks Loch deeper, our grunts and groans getting louder and more desperate. My knot starts to swell at the base of my cock, catching on Jareth’s rim with every thrust, forcing him open wider and wider each time I push it inside again. His body quivers underneath me and his licking gets sloppier until he’s moaning and sobbing against Loch’s hole more than actually eating it. There isn’t an ounce of pain in his scent anymore though. My knot is a lot, maybe right on the edge of too much for him, but he wants it. He needs it.
The sounds falling from my mouth are barely human anymore. I nip harder at the tendon on Jareth’s neck, feeling my teeth slowly sharpen and lengthen.
“Are you ready, baby?” I pant. “Ready for my mark?”
“Yes,” he gasps. “Yes, yes, yes. Mark me, Rome. Make me your mate. I’ve waited so fucking long for this. Please.”
I slam my hips against him again and my knot swells even bigger, too big to pull out. All I can do is rock shallowly now, locked in the blissful heat of his hole, feeling the flutter and clench of his impending orgasm. I sink my teeth into his flesh, careful not to tear, and he throws his head back again and cries out.
“Oh fuck. I’m gonna… I’m….” He wails, and the earthy, mouthwatering scent of his cum fills my nose as his body quakesand trembles against me, his inner muscles pulsing with his orgasm as the taste of his blood fills my mouth.
My orgasm hits me like a punch to the gut, spilling inside of him in slow, dizzying pulses thanks to my knot, throbbing against the clench of his rim, keeping me locked inside him, rocking and grinding, lost in pleasure like I’ve never felt before, even when I brazenly knotted strangers on other full moons. None of them were Jareth. None of them were my mates. This is right. This is what my knot is for.
I ease my teeth out of his flesh and carefully lick the droplets of blood that trickle from the wound. When I blink back to reality, I realize Loch isn’t on his hands and knees anymore, he’s kneeling in front of Jareth, kissing him softly, his cock still hard and untouched, drooling precum as he watches the two of us with nothing but love and awe in his eyes and in his scent.
“I’m yours,” Jareth murmurs, sounding half-drunk and dazed, then he collapses into the dirt.
I ease down with him, moving my hips experimentally to see if I can pull my knot out yet. I nod and kiss his fresh mate mark. “You’re mine. You ready for me to claim Loch now?”
“You can go again afterthat?” Loch asks skeptically. “We have all night. I can wait?—”
I growl and tug my knot loose. My cock is as hard as ever, dripping with lube and cum, my knot still half-inflated. And my balls are still aching, heavy with plenty of cum for my other mate.
“You don’t know much about wolf shifters’ full-moon rut, do you?” Jareth asks, and I agree with a chuckle before lunging to tackle my other mate.
LOCHLAN
Roman’s weightlands on top of me, and if I were still human, I’m sure it would have been enough to knock the air out of me. Instead, it’s just an invitation for a tussle, a chance to let my supernatural strength loose a little in a way I still can’t do with Jareth.
Our mouths find each other in a rough, biting kiss as we roll in the dirt, covered in sweat and the scent of sex. The smell of their cum has my cock aching and my empty hole twitching with desperation to be filled. I don’t even have to tell Roman that; he already knows. He knows what I need and he knows how to give it to me.
We roll so he’s back on top of me, the weight of his body pressing me into the ground, even if I’m technically strong enough to throw him off if I wanted to. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he thrusts inside me without any fanfare. Watching him knot Jareth was all the foreplay I needed, even if our clever mage hadn’t already eaten my hole, then magicked me some lube. Even though I’ve taken Roman’s massive cock before, I’m not prepared for his half-full knot stretching my rim with his first thrust.
I gasp, arching underneath him, the pleasure-pain making my whole body feel white hot and sensitive all over. He presses his face into the crook of my neck and grunts as he rocks his hips, filling me over and over, his knot already starting to swell again.
“The fates picked right, love. I would have picked you myself as my fated mate if I was half as smart as they are. I love you.” He nuzzles my throat and nips at my skin.
I tangle my fingers in his hair and sob with the perfection of his long, thick cock pummeling my prostate and his knot tugging at my rim with every thrust. Everywhere our bodies touch feels like lightning across my skin, sizzling and crackling with pleasure.
